Family – Gayle Tabor

I am from Red Dirt

2013/10/17 Gayle 8

Last evening I was introduced to a poem – “Where I’m From” by George Ella Lyon. We were offered a template and encouraged to write and share our own version. I wrote a few things last night but the thoughts have lingered on into today. So, I took some time to rewrite – to add – to polish – to reminisce. It’s funny how emotional it feels…how personal. I added pictures, because they made me smile…because they also represent where I am from. Last night I so appreciated how well I felt I got to know those who shared. It gave a new appreciation for people and their past. For what makes them the unique person they are today. I hope this affords you an opportunity The rest of the story

30 DAYS OF THANKFUL – DAY NINE: Family

2012/11/09 Gayle 0

Each of us has two families in our lives. The one in which we are born and the one we choose. Today, I am thankful for both those families. I am so appreciative of the family into which I was born. I have learned so many things from them (from silly songs to how to change the oil in a car) . I am also thankful for my family I have chosen (or the ones I have been chosen to be a part of). It is an amazing feeling to receive unconditional love from people who have no blood obligation to do so!

Who Knows only his own Generation remains always a child

2012/03/08 Gayle 4

No doubt you have heard the saying, ‘you can’t know where you are going unless you know where you have been’. I do believe that statement is true. I recently discovered the quote that is located in the Norlin Library at the University of Colorado, “Who Knows only his own Generation remains always a child.” This leads me to the topic of today’s post – My Grandmother. No doubt there are others who could possibly tell the story better or more fully but this is my story and my perspective. My grandma was Emily McKenzie. She was a Wright before she married and she grew up on Wright Mountain in West Virginia. She was born to a farming family in December of 1906. I don’t The rest of the story

Train Memories

2012/01/03 Gayle 0

My mom sent me this video Along with the following note: I grew up about 1/10 mile from the train, the passenger trains stopped there and we rode to Bluefield and back. There are many good memories of the trains, especially during World War II then the troops would wave and throw out addresses hoping to get a letter for some one. When the passenger train went with green flags that meant a troop train would come soon. We lived close enought to see the trains and knew what different flags meant. There were very long coal trains and some times they would block the crossing for a good while, waiting to get into the Bluefield yard Gayle again – I remember my grandma’s being right by The rest of the story

Good Night, MaryEllen

2010/12/02 Gayle 0

As you know, I am a fan of Twitter. I love that little social media outlet. I am often amazed at the large message that can be transmitted in 140 characters of less. My favorite from this past weekend (Thanksgiving weekend) simply said “Families are Complicated”. It is a simple statement of fact families are complicated. The thing about family complication is the multi layers of complications. There is the ever present complication brought on by the mere fact that families are made up of human beings. Humans just have difficulty with interaction. Maybe this is caused by ego. Maybe the underlying issue is self-esteem or lack thereof. Maybe it is more primal and relates to dominance. My guess is that the combination is the The rest of the story

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